Ah, What I Did! Poem by Riza Braholli

Ah, what did I!

It is so secret what I confess today
to the grave I could hardly whisper.
You readers shouldn't hum or mutter,
may God forgive me, read and pray
what I did once as a mad kisser.

You know me not for I'd burst
when in derision you'd squint at me;
not pit or soil to escape would be,
not to meet you I'd hide headfirst;
that time I acted frantically.

I said my lips for a kiss did crave,
but I seemed to have spoken silently;
felt as if she frowned or laughed at me
maybe she urged me act in a rave
enjoy that Fall's madness vibrancy.

I know you think I ruined it all
her female brain spins without rest
Kissed her in the dark ardently pressed
how her fresh lips I consumed in whole,
I was fully crazed over her breast.

Scold an' call me a hoary billy-goat,
word hits like the cold weather does,
for so petite a young lass she was
you think I got her virginity as a dot
and madness has never come to pass.

She rested on my shoulder like the wind
that perturbs one's soul emotionally,
that craves for lips so peaceably;
even wine and magic can't be twinned:
got drunk, my mind flying madly.

I went out of my wits and got crazy
temples pounded so hard to bulldoze,
breasts were brushing my chest too close
and her neck was as white as a daisy
and my mind flew away can't impose.

Do not ask me right now to confess
Without wanting killed my soul with a "never! "
She implored kneeling down however,
begged amusement in my arms with finesse…
What to say on my insanity endeavor…!

Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
June 2014, Tirana